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I didn’t think this kind of happiness was possible. Sure didn’t expect to feel it myself, but it filled me completely. Ono was so handsome tonight, so attentive and perfect.

I can’t believe he loves me.

“I’ve always loved you, Bellezza,” he murmured, dancing me across the floor.

“I love you too,” I said, smiling as my heart contracted, damn near squeezing me to death.

“Yes, and as happy as I am to hear you love the daughter of my heart, beat it before I get sick.”

Adrik Volkov appeared, tapping my husband’s shoulder and cutting in, stealing me away from Ono, but neither of us really minded.

Scratch that. I watched Ono stand there frowning as Adrik twirled me around the dance floor.

“You look so lovely tonight, Rodnaya ,” Adrik said, using the nickname he always used for me.

Micky explained once that it meant something like “one of my own” and I was always ridiculously flattered whenever he called me that.

“Thank you so much for everything,” I told him.

“You don’t need to thank me. Your husband was adamant he pay the bill no matter how much Micky argued,” the billionaire shrugged and I just stared shocked.

“Is he that rich?” I blurted, then covered my mouth with my hand.

I couldn’t believe I said that.

“And he’s only getting richer. That little company of his is a gold mine. The man imports the rarest goods directly to royalty and oil sheiks. He is a force,” Adrik said with admiration. And that meant a lot to me.

“I guess it is embarrassing how little I know about him,” I confessed.

“You have a lifetime to discover it, Rodnaya . But remember, we are here for you always. I wish only the best for you,” he said, kissing my cheek before handing me back to Ono.

“Stop growling at him,” I hissed at my husband.

“He didn’t have to kiss your cheek.”

“It was a fatherly kiss, Ono. Look at him and Sofia,” I said, grinning as I pointed out Adrik who was currently kissing his wife like they’d been apart for months and not mere minutes.

“Wow. He must really love her,” Ono said, eyebrows raised.

“He does. They are the original, like, ‘ hashtag couple goals.’ ”

Ono spun me around, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me close. He bent to whisper in my ear and the whole room faded to the background as his breath warmed me, making me shiver and ache.

“We’re gonna set our own couple goals, Wife. We’re gonna beat them all.”

“I love you,” I told him.

“I love you too,” he replied and then he kissed me.